through I got my ticket and I'm going to go Home My father's father's blood's on the tracks A sweet refrain drifts in from the past I got my ticket
through I got my ticket and I want to go home My father's Father's blood is on the track A sweet refrain of sin from the past I got my ticket and I'
it's sick to think while we eatin' chicken wings thinking how to stick the Brink's sicker things are happening it's not inside of my head we can't get
